Now we have the Alzheimer’s diagnosis, at last, they have decided they won’t medicate because of the health issues with his kidneys and bladder. We know that his upcoming surgery next month is likely to affect his dementia. I think the assumption is that he is in the early stages of dementia, but he does so many things that make me question if he is further down the line? And, where will we be post surgery? Things won’t get better, they can only stay the same if we are lucky, but past experience tells me that he could deteriorate quite a lot.
It’s just such a frightening worry.
So many things he just can’t do, he can’t work things out, he repeats things, he obsesses over things, his poor balance and mobility, his aggression when he looks like a different person, and quite honestly he scares me.
I spend my whole day, 7am to 10 pm looking after him, nights I’m on edge as he is urine incontinent and I never know what the morning brings.
I love him but I feel selfish. I worry who will care for me when anything happens to him, and more importantly who will look after him if I’m not here? I can’t leave him for more than 2 hours, 3 maximum. And then I worry if he is ok.
What sort of life do either of us have?
There is no foreseeable future.... it all feels so bleak.
It’s just such a frightening worry.
So many things he just can’t do, he can’t work things out, he repeats things, he obsesses over things, his poor balance and mobility, his aggression when he looks like a different person, and quite honestly he scares me.
I spend my whole day, 7am to 10 pm looking after him, nights I’m on edge as he is urine incontinent and I never know what the morning brings.
I love him but I feel selfish. I worry who will care for me when anything happens to him, and more importantly who will look after him if I’m not here? I can’t leave him for more than 2 hours, 3 maximum. And then I worry if he is ok.
What sort of life do either of us have?
There is no foreseeable future.... it all feels so bleak.